Sharon’s POV
I felt the heat rise to my cheeks as I watched Chloris from across the field. I knew it was her. She was behind the plan that got me locked in the changing room. I had never felt so angry before. I wanted to give her a piece of my mind, but I held myself back. Not yet.
Derrick had walked me back to the field. After he broke me out of the changing room, he suggested I sneak out to avoid the other players seeing what I was wearing. And while that was quite thoughtful of him, part of me knew he just didn’t want to deal with the other guys drooling over me the way he did. So, instead, I told him I didn’t mind and that I had a job to do.